I love when I'm happy.
Maybe everything isn't going right...
-like not feeling confident after a Bio test
-or almost falling asleep in class cause of a lack of sleep at night
-or only working 9 hours in a week
But for some strange reason, I still have a smile on my face.
I find out about Stanford in 42 days.
I'm working 17 hours next week, and 31.25 the week after that.
I'm content with most friendships.
I'm not fixated on anyone.
I'm accepting who I am, what I live for.
My lowest grade (I think) for the first term, was like, a 97.
La vie est belle. Vraiment.
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